Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/fff, lesdom, sexual slavery, harem, references to bondage

“You have to be kidding me.”

Because this had to be a joke.

The woman currently known as Chestnut stood at the open closet doorway and stared. Inside was a whole wardrobe of designer outfits, dresses, lingerie, and costumes for her to pick from. It was her, and she really wanted to retch at this, “responsibility” to choose her clothing each day for the viewing pleasure of Bianca Lanese. The woman who was holding her prisoner.

Except there were no pants.

Yesterday—er, two days ago, since Chestnut had spent the previous day naked—there had been jeans, shorts, skirts and everything in between. Now they were all gone. Removed, with empty spaces left where they had been.

Grim understanding dawned on the brunette woman. This week’s maids must have taken it all out the day before when Chestnut was busy swinging from the ceiling, suspended in bondage and hooded. There were even earplugs to cut her off from the world as much as possible. After a day spent squirming helplessly in the air, Chestnut figured she’d be left relatively alone today.

And maybe she would be. But she apparently wasn’t going to have any pants.

It was a message. Chestnut chose to wore pants and modest skirts whenever possible. Anything to cover herself up. As a result, Miss Bianca had repeatedly expressed her annoyance with Chestnut for not mixing up her wardrobe choices more.

So she’d taken away the option. Even the long hem dresses had been removed. Chestnut would have to show off her legs today. And probably tomorrow, and the next day and week after that, until Miss Bianca decided she could have all her regular clothes back.

Chestnut glared, murmuring under her breath about crazy lesbian slavers. Her eyes swept back and forth, glaring at wherever the closet cameras were hidden (Flora said thought the mirror was a safe bet). She stood like that for some time, until she finally took a long, deep breath.

“Fine,” she muttered. “You want me to show some leg? Fine.”

X*X*X

Starlight sat at the table and finished her breakfast. It was delicious, as always. Not that she would ever willingly admit that. Ham, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and probably the best orange juice she’d ever had in her life. Five-star cooking was one of the luxuries Bianca gave the girls that behaved, and Starlight had no problem making use of it.

The blonde woman wiped her mouth and stood up, taking care to show herself off as she stepped away from the table. She had been a model before her abduction, so it was hardly an effort to strike a pose and strut like she was at the end of a runway just in case the bitch was watching.

Today Starlight was wearing a tight red sweater with a gray figure hugging pencil and high heeled boots. She kept one hand on her hip and raised her chin, her expression blank, before turning on her heel to walk out the dining room.

She almost ran head on into Chestnut.

“Would you watch where you’re going?” Starlight demanded of the skittish newer girl. “And don’t try to tell me you didn’t hear me coming when I’m wearing these,” she gestured down at her heels.

“Sorry!” the other woman exclaimed. “I, um…”

She trailed off when she saw Starlight wasn’t listening. Instead the blonde was giving her a once over, her eyes appraising her choice of outfit for the day.

Beneath one of the glittering collars everyone had to wear was a silk blouse. Simple enough. It was buttoned only halfway up, showing off some of Chestnut’s cleavage. That was rare for her, but beneath that was the surprising part. There were basic white panties, socks that reached partway up her calves, and nothing else. Just a whole lot of bare leg. It looked… unkempt and a little off.

Starlight knew about Chestnut’s newly limited wardrobe. Everyone did. It had been kind of hard to miss the maids marching in and out of her room with armfuls of pants the day before. But the bitch ordered everyone not to say anything. She wanted it to be a surprise. Not that the blonde had a chance to say anything. She was Bianca's chosen bedmate for the night.

Starlight had been expecting Chestnut to pick a dress or something. Maybe with some pantyhose. Instead she was going without pants in an outfit that demanded them, refusing to mix up her usual choices just because they couldn't be complete.

In other words, a low-key middle finger to the great Miss Bianca. Starlight wasn’t sure how effective it would be, but she could see the logic.

Starlight met Chestnut’s gaze and raised one eyebrow. The other woman—who was a few years older than Starlight, though you would never guess it from how nervous she still was—tried to look defiant. She almost managed it too.

“Hmmph. About time you started showing some backbone,” said Starlight.

Chestnut blinked. “Uh, thanks. I think.”

Starlight brushed past her without saying anything else.

X*X*X

Flora, stuck on maid duty for the week, stepped into the theater room just in time to see an early game home run on the wall sized screen.

“Who’s playing?” She asked, more to make conversation than anything else. The white cloth draped over her face was supposed to remind her to keep quiet, but Flora figured she could get away with a few short, quiet sentences every once in a while. Especially in a room with surround sound speakers broadcasting a cheering crowd.

Penny let out a familiar “eep!” and jumped out of the leather chair at Flora’s sudden voice. She was like that. Not scared like Chestnut (and everyone else when they first got here), but easy to startle. You could sneak up on her without meaning to.

“Oh, hello Flora,” she replied in her faint accent while Flora gave her the required bow. Fluent as she was, English was still her second language. “I am watching the Marlins and Brewers today. The Brewers just hit a home run.”

Penny was a big baseball fan. Enough to request shirts and jerseys of her favorite teams from Bianca. Lucky her, considering how long the Baseball season was she usually had something to watch. She was wearing one of her shirts now. It might have been a size or two too small, or custom-made to fit her, given how tightly it was hugging her chest. She also wore cutoff jean shorts, thigh high socks, and a baseball hat that matched the shirt over her short hair.

Flora wasn’t much into the sport herself. She preferred tennis. But over the months she’d picked up enough to be able to enjoy baseball too. It made for great background viewing while she cleaned. Plus it kept her mind off worrying about Chestnut.

“Well, go Brewers,” she said, knowing they were one of Penny’s teams without needing to see she was wearing one of their shirts and hats. “Don’t mind me, I’m just cleaning up.”

It was part of maid duty to clean every room in the penthouse, both floors. They didn’t always need to be cleaned, but it was something to do when there weren’t any kinky orders to follow. So Flora did the job, careful to stick her ass in the air every time she had to bend over. The white skirt stood out a lot more on her than anyone else. She took careful steps with her long, toned legs clad in hose darker than her skin. And she kept her chest, bundled up in that black bustier, jutted out. All in case Bianca decided she wanted to ogle one of her at her captive maids at any point.

She wasn’t surprised when she caught Penny stealing glances at her every so often, looking a little guilty every time. The young Japanese woman never said anything, but for a while now it had been pretty obvious that she liked girls. And hey, here she was surrounded by gorgeous women she was frequently forced to do kinky things with, to say nothing of how often their lesbian captor had her way with them. So Flora wasn’t planning on holding a few sneak peaks against Penny or anyone else not named Bianca who glanced her way.

After all, they were in this together.

X*X*X

Copper lounged in the pool, laying in the pool chair Miss Bianca usually used. She wore a straightforward black one-piece swimsuit. Maybe not the best choice for sunbathing, but the windows were currently tinted enough that tanning wasn’t an option anyway. And Copper's naturally dusky skin didn't need much tanning to begin with.

The pool was usually empty, as it was rare for anyone to use it when they weren’t doing their required swims. A perfect place for someone to be alone with their thoughts. Their dangerous, horrible, terrifying thoughts.

It would be easy. That was the worst part. No one could say no. And if they tried, they’d eventually be punished for it. All Copper had to do was find one of the maids and give them an order. Any order. They would be surprised and probably angry if they realized she was doing it of her own volition and not because Bianca ordered it. But they would do it. They would do anything.

And deep down was a part of Copper that wanted to make them do just that. Anything she wanted them to. If she wanted to order Flora to get on her knees and pleasure her, she could.

Or if she wanted to bind and gag Sky and spank her a bit, she could. She could see them in those skimpy maid outfits, dark all over except for the white skirt, all tied up at her feet.

Oh, she wanted to. Ashamed as she was to admit it to herself, she did want to. She’d seen everyone at least in passing today, and it was so easy to picture strapping Chestnut down and smacking that bare ass until it turned bright red. Or binding up Penny in a tight hogtie before running her hands up those sock covered legs, then making her squirm and wriggle around.

But Starlight was the one she really wanted to mess with. The blonde woman could be stuck up as hell. Haughty. Like she was looking down her nose at everyone. Almost like their owner.

No.

Copper stopped herself. Her mind couldn’t be allowed to wander there. She made herself stop thinking these thoughts.

She didn’t want to do anything to the other women here. They were all captives, weren’t they? They’d been through enough. Starlight didn’t deserve it. Was being a little stuck up and closed off really that big a deal in a situation like the one they were trapped in?

And besides, there was no reason for them to be at each other’s throats. Things had been bad enough before Bunny, Sunflower, and River had all been sold. Those three were a lot more willing to indulge themselves than anyone was now. They would tie up each other and anyone else they decided crossed them.

That was the real purpose of maid duty. At least that's what Sunflower claimed. She said that years ago, before when Bianca's slaves were more willing to harass each other when the Mistress wasn't around, Bianca had set up maid duty to make sure someone would always be vulnerable and unable to resist. Whoever was the maid had to obey everyone else. And when they weren't a maid anymore? Then they could get some payback.

It was a constant bondage war of retaliation.

Even if Sunflower was right and things were worse years ago, they had still been pretty bad when Copper first arrived. This place was better with those three gone. Flora was the only other person who had been here long enough to them, and she agreed. Copper still felt bad thinking it. She doubted the various people they’d been sold to were any better than Miss Bianca. It wasn't like they were always bad. Sunflower had been one of Copper’s allies for a long time, kind of like Flora was for Chestnut now.

Copper didn’t really want to harass anyone. Just like she didn’t want to reintroduce those kinds of games and battles to the penthouse. Not when Miss Bianca made them play enough on her own.

She just wanted to let off steam. That was it. If there was a punching bag in the penthouse gym, she would use that.

The door opened and Sky stepped into the pool room, broom in hand. She paused and set it aside to fold her hands in front of her and give Copper a bow, as every maid was supposed to.

Copper didn’t respond. Instead she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

X*X*X

Sky didn’t mind maid duty that much. At least she had something to do when she was a maid. Having free days was fine too, but it could be boring at times. Cleaning up the place wasn’t exactly Sky’s idea of a good time either, but there was something almost relaxing about the normalcy of it.

At least when the redhead wasn’t pulled away for something else.

The day was almost over and Bianca hadn’t barked any orders over the penthouse intercom. That was unusual, though not unheard of. It probably meant she was having a busy day at work and would be in the mood for some stress relief when she made it home.

She would probably use Chestnut for that. It seemed like a safe bet with the brunette’s little “fuck you for not letting me have pants” outfit. A little bit of defiance like that was the kind of thing that set the boss lady off.

Honestly, Bianca wasn’t that hard to read. She liked to mess with people. If you stuck your head up she would knock it back down. The maid outfits—hose, heels, a tight skirt and a bustier—gave a pretty good idea of her fashion preferences, so taking that as an example made dressing to impress her pretty easy too.

Sky had made it this far by taking those lessons to heart. By being compliant and not letting herself stick out too much. The redheaded woman wasn’t Bianca’s favorite, but she wasn’t annoying enough to be sold either.

Before she knew it, the cleaning was done for the day. Sky found herself back near the entrance door a few minutes before Flora made it back. They exchanged silent gazes over their cloth veils, knowing better than to talk.

Sky looked up at the clock. It would be at least an hour before Miss Bianca returned home. She would be expecting the two of them to be waiting for her, heads bowed and hands folded in front.

With nothing to do but wait, Sky sat on one of the nearby chairs, kicked back, and relaxed.

X*X*X

…

…

… Penny liked it here.

X*X*X

Bianca Lanese marched through the security rooms and into her home. The day’s maids were awaiting her as expected. She ignored them, striding straight past without giving them so much as a glance. They were not surprised. This was a normal homecoming for their owner. The obscenely wealthy woman always knew which of her pets she wanted to play with when she arrived.

Today Bianca wore a charcoal gray suit with a black blouse beneath the jacket. She had forgone her usual creased pants in favor of a skirt, and her hose and heels were as dark as her shirt. Some might be tempted to consider her choice of dress intentional. That she had decided to forgo pants on the same day she had denied them to one of her slaves. They would be wrong. It was a coincidence. Bianca simply felt like wearing a skirt suit today.

She passed Starlight and Copper at the dinner table. Their reactions were typical. A glare from Starlight and a cringe from Copper, who had changed from her swimsuit to a nice set of lingerie. But she wasn’t Bianca’s goal.

Chestnut was in the theater with Penny, as Bianca had known she would. She checked for her on the elevator ride up.

“TV off,” Bianca commanded, and the voice activated home system instantly obeyed. The screen went blank in the middle of some commercial.

Her two pets were immediately alert, Penny gasping in her seat even as Chestnut—still looking like she was recovering up from a one-night stand—jumped up to face her owner. She opened her mouth to speak, whether to give a polite greeting or some pointless defiance Bianca did not know. But the brunette woman stopped short at the sight that greeted her. Her eyes widened in shock.

Bianca was smiling.

The wealthy woman typically wore a severe, impassive expression. Her usual smiles were either small and satisfied or better described as smirks. But today her grin was wide and excited, and Chestnut knew that meant she was in for an especially active night.

There was just enough time to take in the sight when Bianca, who hadn’t broken her stride, was upon her. The raven-haired woman had Chestnut by the shoulders and took only seconds to shove her up against the wall and assault her with a fierce, possessive kiss.

“You naughty little slut,” Bianca whispered, breathless, when she pulled away. Chestnut stared back for once glaring instead of averting her gaze in fear. This was hardly the first time Bianca had mauled the younger woman upon returning home.  But it was the first time she reacted with a defiant glare.

Now she could start having some real fun.

Bianca’s hands traveled downward to find Chestnut’s bare legs. She purred as she grabbed handfuls of her pet’s rump and went in for another hard kiss.

“Penny,” Bianca spoke when she pulled free. “Find a strap-on to put on, then meet Chestnut and I in my bedroom.” She turned to the petite Japanese woman, her eyes lingering for a moment on the way her long socks clung to her legs all the way up to the thigh. “You’ll be driving it into your friend here while she pleasures me tonight.”

“Y-yes Miss Bianca!” Penny squeaked. The blush in her cheeks was visible even in the dim light before she ran out of the room to obey.

“Now, lets see if we can beat her there, shall we?” Bianca took another look down at her newest slave, drinking in the sight of Chestnut's cleavage in her blouse while she glared off into space.

It was going to be a thoroughly enjoyable evening.